Excerpt of Intergalactic Witness Protection
Reverend Shipping reclaims control of his visage, and then grasps his son's hands to press him down into the bed, effectively restraining him.
"I would never hurt your mother," he whispers. "And I won't let yourself hurt you."
"But... you... did..." If Silas was going to say more, he doesn't get the chance before his eyes slide shut and his head falls back into his pillow, his entire body going slack.
Rosie sighs in relief.
There is no sense of relief in Shipping's person, however, as he stands up again and tucks the thermal blanket around his son.
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